Running wild around the airport at 6 o'clock
Dad drove me here and he hasn't asked a thing
about who I **** or who I kiss
this is -definitely- God's gift!

He has wrote me as well
do you want someone to take you there
his kiss feels sweet in my thoughts
but to him I don't belong

Look at this string of songs
to heaven, back, and below
All your hopes, all your dreams crushed
Springing blooming despite it all

Drawing doodling thinking writing in the plane
in this glittery notebook containing my brains
about how so good does me so wrong
About unwanted pregnancies and spiralling out of control
But I can put it away, for once
(because no one's taking away my fun)

And I have two men so
I can't decide in this mess
so I am hitching a ride
I am getting away
from my life
so it can ring back
from afar

And in Camden Town I come alive
I do fit in this place, like Amy did in time
-Amy I can't feel your tears now,
I am so high, so high can't come down-

British breakfast, with hash browns
Bumbling around and secrets unveiled abound
Buying stuff we don't need but sure we want
This is it, I don't need more

And those small moments make up the whole
London bridge is good but not as much
as my friend's voices and anecdotes
as my short skirt and my passing thoughts
London, I will never forget
how you came and what you were
I need to get back there - with my new bag
full of ****** and no regrets
I wanted to get away, and I did
sweet coming back after the retirement
sweet, sweet everything